Ijon : I believe you are referring to the intense Rabbitational Pull that some buns have! The trouble is, if you get pulled in past the Contempt Horizon, then you're a gonner! The pull is so great that not even light can escape. (But Disapproval probably still can!)

Jack certainly is an imposing figure in this photo!

I can't help thinking the caption should've been "BUN! BUN! BUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!" !

Interestingly, as you cross the Contempt Horizon, you have no way of knowing that you have crossed it, and now can't ever get out.

Imagine you're on a dinghy on the water aproaching the top of the Niagara Falls. When you're far from the edge, you could paddle your dinghy back away from the edge, and you'd be safe.

There comes a point as you approach the edge, and the water flows faster and faster, that the current is now so fast that you can never paddle the boat back fast enough. When you pass that point, you ARE going over the falls, and you CANNOT escape it.

But you do not know when you have crossed that line. The world does not suddently look different; you cross the line without actually knowing exactly when it was.

I have read accounts of people who die, then are brought back to life. They speak of going through a long dark tunnel with a bright light at the end and seeing loved ones. Sometimes they are gently told to go back, that their life work is incomplete and it is not their time.

In this instance, Jack is guarding the entrance, telling us hoomins to turn right around, exit the tunnel pronto, and get right back to all the bunchores we did not finish.

Hoomins. Sheesh. Trying to use death as an excuse. As if *that* one hasn't been tried before.